"What? Your god wants to do something with me?"

The Pope smiled and shook his head, turning to Charles, "Of course not, I actually mean—"

Charles suddenly took out his hand, he took out his pocket watch and looked at it, then stood up and walked out. "I'm not free today, tomorrow morning at ten o'clock, you come to my ship and we'll have a good chat. ”

"Ah~ how are you-" Before the Pope could finish speaking, Charles had already rushed out.

The other man's words made him vigilant, the Pope seemed to be probing the situation on the surface, and he could not just answer him. You have to find a way to deal with it.

God knows what the Pope and the God of Light behind him have in mind, and if they are trying to invade the surface, then he would rather not go back.

However, just as the Pope spoke, he suddenly thought of a solution.

Stepping on the swaying waves, Charles quickly rushed back to the Narwhal, and with a hard tug on the rope, he was already on the back deck.

Pushing away the crew as they prepared to wash the deck, Charles quickly rushed towards the captain's quarters.

The door opened with a "click", and all kinds of portraits in the captain's room were scattered all over the ground, all of them were Lily, some were in mouse form, some were in human form, and Lily was smiling happily.

Looking at these portraits, the faint excitement on Charles's face slowly fell.

He stooped down, picked them up with his trembling hands, and placed them carefully on the table.

After doing all this, Charles grabbed the bottomed wine bottle on the table, poured the last bit of wine into his mouth, and then put his head under the bed to quickly search for it.

Soon, a dusty old bronze printer appeared in front of Charles, and this thing was the mind printer he had worked so hard to find at the bottom of the sea.

I used it once before and didn't use it much, so I stayed here to eat ashes.

In the next second, the printer moved, and a piece of paper was quickly printed.

With this thing, you can know whether the pope is telling the truth or falsehood, and you can also know what the other party's purpose is. "It was written on the paper that Charles had just thought.

After a quick look, Charles finally decided to put the printer back under the bed.

No other place is suitable, only this place can put it.

Lying in his bed, Charles pondered the questions that the Pope would surely ask tomorrow, and the questions he would ask.

This is a great opportunity to find out the details of the other party.

Time passed quickly, and the next day the Pope arrived as promised, but his face looked a little bad. "Why do you have to come here?

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, sit down, what do you want to ask, I'll patrol the ship later." Charles, who had the only stool, gestured to the single bed next to him.

"I believe that you are from the surface, and the great God of Light also believes, so I want to ask about the specific situation above. The Pope sat on the bed and said to Charles.

Although the Pope only asked a simple question, it revealed a lot of information.

First of all, the other party did not know the specific situation on the surface, either it came down a long time ago, or it never went up.

But judging from the fact that the other party knows to disassemble the computer's memory, the second possibility is the most likely.

"Who is your God?" Charles began, asking the question he had already prepared.

"God is God, and you didn't answer our questions. ”

"I told you that you can, information exchange, you tell me as much as I want, I will tell you as much as you want, what is the origin of your god? I guess he is not a god in the sea, right?"

The Pope's face showed disdain, "Don't compare those things in the sea with our great God of Light, they are unclean and filthy, compare them with that is simply slandering our God." ”

"Then tell me the origin of your God, and don't fool me with some omniscient and all-powerful creator God, but be real. ”

The Pope smiled proudly and said slowly, "You must also have faith on the surface, right? What is the God of Light? Quite simply, the God of Light is the God of your surface mouth, the real God. ”

Charles smiled coldly in his heart. "Such a powerful god. Who's sealed it?"

Upon hearing Charles ask, Charles was a little indignant. "Something in the sea is conspiring with guys somewhere else. At the beginning of the birth of our gods, my god was sealed. ”

"At the beginning of the birth of the gods, something in the sea, and conspiring with guys from other places?" Charles pondered the meaning of the sentence.

First of all, the God of Light was born in the Earthsea, which made Charles confirm his previous conjecture that the other party had not gone up.

Secondly, the strength of the God of Light is stronger than that of ordinary gods, and it is full of threats to the gods, otherwise it is impossible for those gods to join hands and seal the God of Light for no reason.

Charles's fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, and after a long time, he looked up at the Pope.

"Do you gods have anything to do with Dawn One?"

"Aurora-1??It's just an activated nuclear fusion power station, he doesn't deserve to be compared to the God of Light, of course, it's now a cultist of the God of Light by us, so it's one of our brothers and sisters. ”

Charles's pupils suddenly shrank, and the other party knew more about the surface than he thought.

Our god may look a little like him, but God is God, and he can create all things with a single thought, and destroy the world with a single thought. ”

Charles looked at him stunned, not knowing what expression to treat him with for a while.

"Son, you don't believe it again, do you?"

"No, I believe it, you go on. ”

"Wouldn't it be very easy for such a powerful being to resurrect a little mouse?" the Pope said slowly, smiling and leaning towards Charles.

Glancing at the bed under the Pope's buttocks, Charles's heart pounded.

Charles was not reassured, and he continued to ask for more details. "Is your god more than the god of Phantan?"

"What's the problem? How does this have anything to do with the octopus again?" said the Pope's face was curious.

"Lily was drowned by me before, her soul belongs to the god of Phtan, if your god can't even beat the god of Phtan, I'm afraid there is no way to resurrect her. ”

The Pope shook his head. "The octopus has been sleeping for a long time, this can't be compared, maybe the soul of the mouse belongs to Photan, but this little problem, God always has a way. ”

"What's the solution? don't be vague!" Charles's voice couldn't help but widen, his eyes fixed on the Pope.